Although the school spirit of Xiangbei High School is very dark, the work efficiency is indeed high enough. In just one morning, the classroom of the senior class Yong Class returned to its original appearance, with new desks, new tables and chairs, but I don’t know if it is
For reasons of conspicuousness, all the blood that Xinye spilled on the wall was not wiped off, which made Ye Xingchen and others depressed for a while. This seemed to remind them not to be too arrogant or something?
The first class in the afternoon was Chinese language. The lecturer was a tall and thin man named Lin. He also wore a pair of glasses. At first glance, he looked like a weak scholar. However, Ye Xingchen and others understood that this guy was not simple.
,A simple person would come here to teach? He has nine lives like a cat, right?
Seeing the complicated traditional Chinese fonts on the books, Wang Xiaohu and Zifeng felt dizzy. Regardless of the noisy classroom, they lay down on the table and fell asleep. However, Chen Xiaolong's eyes wandered around the beauties in scantily clad clothes.
Luo Yin was flipping through a book of Qi Men Dun Jia with yellowing pages.
But Lin Aoxiang's eyes were staring at the drawer, where there was a classic Jianghu novel "Campus Romantic Evil God" written by Fallen Stars. It was still in the traditional Chinese version. It was YY enough, glamorous enough, and classic enough. As for Ouyang Jun,
But he was staring out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.
Only Ye Xingchen sat upright in his seat, looking at the textbook printed in traditional Chinese characters in his hand, sighing in his heart, this font is the essence of Chinese characters? But in mainland China, for the sake of simplicity, they changed it
, not only has the glyph been changed, but the soul of the word has also been changed. However, Taiwan, a place separated from the motherland for hundreds of years, is still using this 5,000-year-old civilization.
Teacher Lin's lectures are pretty good. His Mandarin is extremely standard, even better than Ye Xingchen and other guys from mainland China. His tone is peaceful and gives people a very gentle feeling. It's a pity that the people in the classroom
No one was listening to his lectures, but Mu Xiaoyun, the granddaughter of Mu Xingze, the leader of the Youth Gang, listened with great interest.
Of course, Ye Xingchen also listened with great interest. Although he understood many things the teacher said, respecting teachers and respecting morality has always been his code of conduct. Of course, the premise is that he treats you as a teacher.
Lin Jiawen was talking about his textbook, and his eyes swept over everyone present from time to time. His eyes were full of disappointment, but he didn't say much. Even in ordinary schools, not many people can take classes seriously.
People, let alone this special high school, only when he looked at Mu Xiaoyun, there was a hint of relief in his eyes. But when he saw Ye Xingchen listening to his lecture with relish,
He raised his eyebrows. This boy was a new face. He should be the seven people from the mainland. I heard that they killed the guy from Xinye as soon as they arrived. I thought he was a militant, but I didn't expect that he was so serious about cultural knowledge.
, thinking in his mind, Lin Jiawen smiled slightly at Ye Xingchen, and Ye Xingchen also smiled kindly at him. For some reason, he always felt that this tall and thin man with glasses was unusual.
After the Chinese get out of class, Lin Jiawen was about to walk out of the classroom when he heard someone calling: "Teacher Lin!" He quickly stopped and looked back, and saw Ye Xingchen walking towards this side, and other boys. They instinctively moved aside, and the wounds on their faces had not yet receded.
"Is something wrong?" Although he had a good impression of Ye Xingchen, an obedient student, Lin Jiawen still said coldly.
"If I have any questions about Chinese language in the future, can I come to you?" Ye Xingchen didn't care about Lin Jiawen's indifference and still asked respectfully.
"Of course, I am your teacher. If you don't understand something, you can naturally ask me!" Lin Jiawen didn't know why Ye Xingchen had such a question, but he still agreed.
"Thank you, Teacher Lin. I just don't know how to find Teacher Lin?" Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
"This is my business card. It has my address and phone number on it. You can call me at any time!" Lin Jiawen said nothing more, took out a snow-white business card from his pocket and handed it to Ye Xingchen.
"Thank you, Teacher Lin..." Ye Xingchen quickly took it and said respectfully.
"No need..." After Lin Jiawen said this, he walked out and ignored everyone in the classroom.
Ye Xingchen's actions naturally attracted the attention of others, but no one dared to go up and ask why. At some point, squad leader Mu Xiaoyun walked up to Ye Xingchen, and a soft voice sounded in Ye Xingchen's ears: "
Do you like Chinese class very much?"
"Of course, what kind of Chinese is a Chinese if he doesn't even like the Chinese language class?" Ye Xingchen snorted coldly. After experiencing the great changes of Mo Fei's death and the death of thousands of his younger brothers, his state of mind has become the same as that of a Chinese.
Earth-shaking changes have taken place in the past. Although the appearance is still the same as that of a carefree person, there has been a qualitative change in the heart. As long as it is not the people around you, no matter the national color.
Tianxiang's super beauty or a ferocious-faced man are all treated equally in his eyes. Even if the other person is the granddaughter of the leader of the Qing Gang, he will not look at it favorably. He clearly understands in his heart that in this world, strength is the only thing that matters.
First, if he wants Xing Yao to become a gang that makes everyone tremble, he must use various methods. Among them, becoming the leader of Dark Star Hall is the first step he has to take.
For this reason, he came here!
For this reason, he bid farewell to his beloved!
To this end, he fought bloody battles...
"It seems that you are quite a patriotic person?" Mu Xiaoyun didn't care about Ye Xingchen's cold tone.
"What about you? Are you Chinese? Or Taiwanese?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Is there any difference?" Mu Xiaoyun raised her head and looked at Ye Xingchen. Although she grew up in Taiwan, the idea she accepted since she was a child is that I am a Chinese and a descendant of Yan and Huang. This is also the idea of the Qinggang. Everyone
The members of the Qinggang all have a Chinese soul that is unforgettable in their hearts...
"Haha..." Ye Xingchen smiled and stopped talking. He always thought that many Taiwanese people would consider themselves Taiwanese, not Chinese. It seems that his idea was very wrong. Those who opposed
Those who are unified are, after all, only a minority.
Mu Xiaoyun heard Ye Xingchen just smile and didn't say anything else. She was about to ask something when she saw a group of men with thinning hair and black coats walking over from one end of the corridor with cold faces.
A person's eyes are filled with cold murderous intent, and the target of the murderous intent is pointed at Ye Xingchen who is standing next to him...